Let God test the phony
I contest that I'm blessed
Here's my testimony
It started with a test
I was born into sin
I'm still torn from this mess
And since the age of ten
All things I had to test
My home became broken
Satan was provoking
My mom started smoking
I'm not even joking
At the age of thirteen
I became a hurt teen
Viewed as a drama queen
Was grown before eighteen
Life's trials I can't avoid
I'm feeling paranoid
I tried to feel this void
I almost got destroyed
People say I'm lucky
When I survived all tests
Only God can judge me
I'm not lucky, I'm blessed
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